Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.